….geez, these Democrats sure want to cheapen the value of a human life, all the way across the spectrum.

…almost like they plan on TAKING a lot of them very, very soon, and want the rest of the sheep numbed to it ahead of time, or something…

“And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.
-Aleksandr I. Solzhenitsyn , “The Gulag Archipelago”

Why not? Following the Democrat mantra, it’s only human life after all. In fact, I’m surprised they don’t want to include aborted babies and sell them in special bags of fertilizer. But then maybe that’s next.

“I’m having my ashes mixed with the douchewater up in Reno so the ‘ladies’ can ‘run me through’ just one more time.”

Here’s another cautionary tale…

…One time a guy who was down on his luck went to a house of the red lamp for some action, but had only a quarter. He went to the madam, who said, “For that, I can only allow you to have oral sex with old Margaret. She’s back from the doctor, and he thinks the penecillin worked this time, so have at it. BUT, the way you do it is, she puts the quarter inside herself, and you eat your way to it. Once you pull it out, you hand it to her, and leave.”

…this was not what our hero was wanting, but sex was sex, so he gave his consent.

…Margaret wasn’t very young, and certainly wasn’t very clean, and there was evidence that others had been there not long before. Still, our protagonist wanted something, anything, so he handed her the quarter, which she put in up to the wrist, and he smacked his lips and went at it.

…and it was worse than he expected, all slimy and smelly, with textures he had NEVER encountered before. Feeling like he was due a refund and also needing the quarter for bus fare home, he thought “When I get to it I’m running OUT of here to the bus stop, and forgetting this EVER happened, she doesn’t DESERVE it for being so nasty!”

Just then, he felt something round and hard at the edge of his lips. He bit down on it, pulled back, and ran out, ignoring her shouts as he ran.

He got there just as the bus was getting ready to leave, so he pulled it out of his mouth, slammed it in the coin bin, and sat down, feeling well-pleased with himself.

Then the bus driver looked in the bin.

He slammed the bus to a halt, went back to our Perseus, and asked in a loud voice; “HEY BUDDY! HOW FAR DO YOU EXPECT TO GET ON A SCAB?!?”

‘Dear Lord,’ the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. ‘Without you, we are but dust….’

He would have continued, but at that moment my very obedient daughter, who was listening carefully, leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little four- year old girl voice, ‘Mom, what is butt dust?’

Plus, you get buried in a coffin for a reason. That land will be poisoned for hundreds of years. Hell, archaeologists have dug into graveyards that are hundreds and hundreds of years old. The soil always ALWAYS contains disease, microbes and other nasty junk.

King Tuts tomb. Several of the explorers who went inside were exposed to a biological agent and died. That place is a few thousand years old and baking in a desert sun.

People should be cremated. Or encased in 20 tons of concrete. Whichever is easier.

Saw it 46 years ago. One of Chuck’s better movies. Not as good as 10 Commandments or Apes; but good! Thought it was fiction; seems only to have been a forecast of America to come – on the Left Coast in reality!